VIOLENT/NON-CONSENSUAL SEX
WARNING/DISCLAIMER: It is a story portraying a
Conqueror/slave relationship, so it would appear non-consensual at
first. As for sexual violence, there are scenes (In parts 3 and 4)
which are detailed and graphic, and may not suite some
readers.

The next day, the Conqueror carried her wife, who held
their daughter in her arms, back to the Imperial chambers. A
chamber close to the Imperial chambers had been prepared and fully
equipped for the little heir to the throne.

Karpa, the old steward hired the services of wet
nurses, servants and a governess to attend the princess. It proved
difficult for Gabrielle to abdicate her motherly responsibility to
her child. She felt the severance of their bond like a deep cut
into her own flesh. The loss staggered her. This was the first time
and she rued it would not be the last.

"You are Queen," the Conqueror
reminded her.

"I understand, my Lord," the Queen
replied.

"And the child was born to
rule."

"I understand that as well. Would my Lord
please grant me just a few more nights with our child in our
bed?"

The Conqueror paused to consider her wife's plea then
decided, "There's precious little I can deny you, my
Lady."

"Thank you, my gracious Lord," the
Queen whispered and her eyes never left her infant daughter. No
matter how long a time she looked at her, it seemed that the
Queen's need to observe, study and marvel at their novel creation
knew no satiation.

The Conqueror joined her wife in bed and took the
infant into her arms.

"I can see you are still in pain,
Madame," the Conqueror pointed out when she saw a brief
wrinkle of agony crossing her wife's features.

"It will pass, my Lord," the Queen
dismissed, but the Conqueror wouldn't let it alone. She sent for
one of the nurses to attend to the child, and when she was left
alone with her Queen, she pulled up her wife's nightgown, removed
her undergarments and examined her wife's nether
region.

She then took the salve the healer had given her and
gently applied it to the scathed area with her fingertips.

"It's been a while," the Queen
suggested longingly, when she felt her Lord's touch against her
most intimate organ.

"All the more reason for us to restore your
health as quickly as possible, my little vixen," the
Conqueror replied with a wily and aroused look in her
eyes.

The Queen opened her nightstand's drawer and took out
her collar and fastened it back around her right thigh.
"Just as my water broke, I removed
it."

"You did well not to allow your subjects to
discover it," the Conqueror was pleased. She began to
nuzzle and nibble the Queen's creamy inner thighs and occasionally
laid tender kisses on the apex of the Queen's womanhood. The
Queen's unique scent of arousal hit her nostrils, and generated
desire in the Conqueror.

The Queen moaned and arched her back in a seductive,
alluring invitation and began to knead her luscious breasts, until
small trickles of white liquid oozed out of her
nipples.

"Not until you recover, Majesty," the
Conqueror's tongue slithered over the Queen's belly till it reached
its destination. The Conqueror closed her lips around her wife's
pebbled nipple and commenced a gently suckling,
"Hmmm… you are simply tasty everywhere, my
Queen," she groaned in delight.

The Queen laughed. She reveled in the sensations of
her nipple being engulfed by the warm cavern of her Lord's mouth.
Her breast being gently sucked and the warm motherly liquid being
forced to stream out of her, tickling the tip.

"If you keep this up, my Lord, you shall doom
your daughter to starvation," the Queen jested and moaned
equally.

"Let her latch her greedy little mouth around
someone else's nipples and suckle someone else's breasts. These are
mine." The Conqueror, who was in an exceptionally good
humor, cupped her wife's breasts possessively to accentuate her
point.

The Queen couldn't harness her laughter, but the
Conqueror's lips did. Gabrielle wrapped her arms around her Lord's
neck and lost herself as she drank her Lord's deep smoldering
kisses.

"When you are well enough, we shall
celebrate," the Conqueror determined when her lips
departed from her Queen's.

"I shall very much like that, my
Lord," the Queen replied.

The Conqueror rose from their bed.

"Must you leave me so soon, my
Lion?"

"I have an Empire to manage, but I shall
return to you as soon as I can, my precious
Lady."

When the Conqueror rested her hand over the door, she
stopped and reached inside an inner pocket and retrieved a small
ornamented wooden box. She returned to their bed and served it to
her Queen. "A token of my profound gratitude," she
offered.

The Queen opened the box. Inside, she saw a marvelous
broach, made of red gold incrusted with breathtaking rubies, cut
and carved to perfection.

"Thank you. It is exquisite. My Lord has
excellent taste and a good eye for pretty things," she
said and placed a quick kiss on her Lord's lips.

"Don't I?!" the Conqueror winked her
eye and kissed her wife in return, "Be sure to keep off
your feet," the Conqueror reminded her as she turned and
left.

***

"The Lord Conqueror and her Majesty the
Queen," the voice of the ceremony master
announced.

All eyes in the Great Hall turned to the entrance. It
had been a moon since the Queen had given birth and all were curios
to catch a glimpse at the heir to the throne and their next Ruler.

The Conqueror, holding the small infant in her arms,
and the Queen strode together. On their way to their thrones, their
subjects either bowed or curtsied, and waited patiently for the
Royal couple to take their seat.

The Conqueror rose to her feet and lifted the infant
up in the air, "I present to you my heir and future
Sovereign of the Realm, Princess Xena Athena," she
declared.

"Your Grace," they bowed and curtsied
before the small golden-haired child.

The Conqueror gently placed the infant in the Queen's
protective embrace, which remained seated on her throne.
"Nobleman and Ladies of the Realm," the Conqueror
engrossed her subjects' attention, "Princess
Lao-Ling," she stated then gestured languidly with her arm
at the direction of mother and child, "My family!"

All nobility in attendance clapped their hands in
their honor.

The Queen sent a sideway glance towards her Lord and
saw her Lord's chest expand and swell with pride and a sense of
accomplishment.

In the Great Hall stood long tables that seemed to
stretch forever, and on top of them stood large urns filled with
wine, ale and mead. As if on cue, servants entered the Great Hall
carrying large trays loaded with roasted lamb, vegetables and
fruits of the sea.

"Enjoy the banquet and drink to your hearts'
content," exclaimed the Conqueror as she seated herself on
her throne.

There was a sense of relief and peace in the Great
Hall that day. With the Conqueror declaring her heir and division
in the Realm pacified, things seemed to be back on the right
course.

Princess Lao-Ling approached the thrones. She curtsied
before the Royal family and both the Queen and the Conqueror bowed
their heads in respect.

"Congratulations, your Majesties,"
she offered with a broad smile as the sparkle in her eyes showed
her true heart.

The Queen beckoned a nurse to take the child off her
hands. She then turned to the princess of the house of Lao,
"Sister," she sighed, rose to her feet and
embraced the oriental princess. "Words cannot express my
deep gratitude for your generosity."

"It was the least I could offer you, sister,
and I feel privileged to be in the position to offer you any
assistance I can provide. Now please allow me to gaze upon the
Imperial jewel," the princess smiled and the nurse holding
the infant presented the small bundle and gently removed the
blanket shielding her small features.

"Thank you, princess, and your generosity will
not be forgotten. If ever you need any assistance which is within
my power to give, you need only ask and you shall receive
it," the Conqueror said.

Lady Lila, accompanied by her husband and two
children, approached the thrones as well to offer her formal
congratulations, and she took the opportunity to thank the
Conqueror again for bestowing upon her the great honor and
privilege of being governess to Macedonia.

The Conqueror's brother Toris, was next to approach
the thrones.

"May her Grace bring you great pleasure and
comfort, Majesties," he blessed them with his eyes fixated
on his feet.

"Raise your head, brother," the
Conqueror said without a vestige of order in her voice. "We
are forever in your debt, and it would please us both if you'd be a
devoted uncle to our daughter," she said and gazed at her
Queen.

"I will, your Majesty," replied the
older brother, and he realized that it was the Conqueror's pleasure
that he wouldn't have any claim as the child's father but rather an
uncle to the princess.

As the banquet progressed, the Queen sauntered around
the Great Hall, exchanging pleasantries with her subjects. From a
distance, she spotted Captain Cornelius and she noticed him eyeing
Lady Satrina, who was sitting by him at the table. From her vantage
the Queen observed how he poured wine into the lady's goblet, never
letting it dry out, and kept her plate constantly filled with fish,
which the lady had a special fondness for. The Queen smiled
inwardly.

When the Queen returned back to her seat next to her
Lord's, she asked for the nurse to hand over her daughter. She
could barely stand being away from the Lion's cub. In spite of how
others in the Realm might perceive her, in the Queen's mind the
child was simply her daughter, her own flesh and blood. One of the
Queen's greatest sorrows when she had first been sold into slavery
was the fear that she would not experience motherhood. True, she
had taken under consideration that being a body slave, ever
constantly at the mercy of whoever owned her, she might give birth,
as these were just the facts of life. But as she had soon learnt,
the children that were the progeny of slaves were ripped from their
mothers' arms soon after birth and were sold into slavery as
well.

And here she was now, Queen of the Realm, fiercely
protected by her Lord, who was the most powerful individual in the
world, and their child was of her Lord's blood. Nothing and no one
could ever touch them. Nothing could ever harm them, and nothing
could ever keep them apart.

"You seem deep within your thoughts,
sister." The Queen heard Princess Lao-Ling voice pulling
her back into the Great Hall.

"All happy thoughts, I assure you,
sister," replied the Queen.

"Perhaps you might wish to talk privately,
with the Lord Conqueror's permission?" the Princess asked
and looked at the Conqueror, who downed her second goblet of wine,
seeking her approval.

"Are the two of you conspiring against me,
Ladies?" The Conqueror was in high spirits, but it wasn't
the wine. It was then the Queen realized she had never seen, in all
their years together, the Conquer inebriated with intoxicants. It
didn't surprise her, though. The Conqueror was the epitome of
control, not just of others but also of herself. She preferred and
favored her mind sharp at all times, rather than addled and
dull.

"Never, my gracious Lord," the Queen
smiled.

"Not at all, your Majesty," the
Princess chuckled.

"Well, go on then," the Conqueror
waved her hand at them.

The Queen and the Chinese sovereign walked together to
sit at a secluded spot. They sat at one of the singular tables in
one of the Great Hall's corners.

The Queen looked down and gazed upon her slumbering
daughter, wondering how she could sleep with all the commotion
around her.

"I know you well enough, sister, not to
inquire about your private affairs regarding your Lord,"
the Princess began.

The Queen didn't look up to meet Princess Lao-Ling's
eyes. She placed her forefinger into the infant's hand, and tiny
Athena quickly gripped it.

"My Lord has been kind and extremely attentive
towards me, especially after I gave birth to our
daughter," the Queen said.

"It is no wonder, sweet sister, anyone with
eyes in their heads can see how proud the Conqueror is of you and
the little princess," the Chinese monarch said.

"Indeed, sister," theQueen replied.

"You have given the Lord Conqueror the heir
she desired."

"And I am very happy with my new role in life
as a mother."

"You have fulfilled your destiny and you are
forever bonded with your Lord," Princess Lao-Ling told the
Queen.

"Is it true?"

"Every word of it," the Princess
reassured the Queen and watched as the Queen's forest green eyes
welled up with tears.

The Princess burst into laughter at the Queen's
interesting choice of words. "Dear sister, I can only wish
for myself to feel such monumental love the way you feel towards
your Lord."

Both Royal women stood up. The Princess escorted
mother and child back to the thrones, to the right side of the
Conqueror.

"Thank you again, Lord Conqueror for your
magnificent hospitality."

"My deepest gratitude, Princess, for the
devotion and kindness you have shown my Queen, and the great honor
you have shown me," the Conqueror slightly bowed her head
in gratitude.

Near midnight, after their guests gradually left the
Great Hall, the Conqueror and the Queen, still holding their
precious daughter, sauntered towards the Imperial
Chambers.

As the Queen was about to enter their chambers, the
Conqueror beckoned one of the nurses who walked a few paces behind
them to approach.

"Take the child to her nursery," she
ordered.

The nurse took the infant, whom the Queen reluctantly
handed over to her.

The Queen issued no objection in front of the servant
and saved her reservation until she and her Lord were alone in
their bedchamber.

And once in their bedchamber, the Queen turned to her
Lord and pleaded, "My Lord, can't our daughter sleep with
us tonight?"

"It won't do to spoil her, and I forbid it.
She must sleep in her own bed, in her own chamber," the
Conqueror was firm but not harsh. Then her chiseled face softened a
little. "Besides," she continued,
"I need you tonight, Gabrielle." The
Conqueror emphasized the word 'I'.

The Queen melted upon hearing her Lord's last
sentence, and at once she felt famished and she hungered for her
Lord's subjugating touch. It only took one small statement of fact
from her Lord to bring desire down upon her - desire, with her
motherly duties seemed to be lying somewhat dormant as of
late.

"I am ever willingly yours, my Lord,"
the Queen whispered.

On their bed, the Queen spread her legs and gave
access. She felt her right leg being lifted and placed over her
Lord's shoulder, and her Lord's large, hard sex grinding against
hers. The Conqueror suspended her weight on her arms, with her
fists on each side of Gabrielle's head.

The Queen watched her Lord's arms stretch, her biceps
bulging and flexing with the strain of her slow fluid movements
against her.

The Conqueror was slow and patient with her wife that
night.

"You will come with me…" the
Conqueror commanded under her ragged breath,
"Now!"

As a long overdue release overtook her, the Queen
believed it was by her Lord's sheer reigning voice that she had
been brought so powerfully and shatteringly over the
edge.

The Conqueror got off her Queen, stood up and turned
to walk towards the pitcher of water standing on the nearby
table.

It had been pleasurable, but something was amiss. It
was a different play that the Queen sought after that night. With
one hand she reached and grasped her Lord's large, callused hand,
and with the other, she opened her Lord's nightstand drawer and
took out her Lord's harness, the phallus attached to the leather
stripes.

"Please, my Lord… I won't
break…" the Queen meekly spoke as her Lord turned to
stand facing her in all her naked glory.

The Queen extended her tongue and licked the thick
confection of their mixed nectars of spent desire off the
Conqueror's strong thighs, standing in front of her like twin
pillars.

She felt her Lord's dictatorial fingers barrowing into
her scalp and her tight fist around a few strands of her golden
hair then, her head being firmly and steadily guided to her Lord's
throbbing, cocked and erect knob of flesh.

The sensation of taking her Lord's stiff erection into
her yearning warm mouth, to taste and smell her Lord's carnal lust
so condensed and purified, nearly made the Queen shiver with
another climax. It made her taste buds come alert and her mouth
water. Her entire senses were overloaded, and a fresh flux of
fluids was seeping out of her and it formed a puddle on the sheets
beneath her.

With her mouth so perfectly stuffed with her Lord, she
began sucking and licking the hard yet tender flesh and marveled at
its texture against her busy tongue. If she were to die right then,
she thought, it would have been after experiencing the greatest
pleasure this mortal existence had to offer.

She looked up and saw her Lord's face high above her,
looking down and fixated on her, sitting on the bed and poised
between her strapping legs. The expression of pure, unadulterated
pleasure was too great for words. Her eyes were dark, stormy and
heavily hooded and her lips pursed. The Conqueror was the picture
of focus on the sensations her Queen invoked in her.

The Queen felt her head being pressed harder against
her Lord's sex and her Lord's loins being thrust harder against her
face. She spread her palms over her Lord's taut backside and
reveled in the feeling of strong muscles breathing and constricting
under the soft skin. She failed to notice her nails digging into
and scratching the seemingly unbreakable flesh.

The Queen understood right away and pushed her upper
lip into her Lord's pulsating hardness and opened her mouth widely
to absorb her Lord's raging stream of release, easily hitting the
back of her throat.

When the final grunt came out of her Lord, Gabrielle
backed away and gingerly licked her lips, not wishing to lose a
single drop of her Lord's abundance.

The Queen buckled the harness around her Lord's pelvis
and turned, now standing on her knees over the Imperial bed. She
grabbed hold of the bed's headboard and braced
herself.

"My hot deep cleft is crying for you. My
insides are crying for you, my Lord. Please fill me as only you
can," she moaned and immediately felt her Lord's weight
pressing down against the bed behind her, her Lord's probing
fingers against her centre appeared to the Queen as though
examining her readiness and wholesomeness, making sure she could
withstand and contain the impending encroachment of her Lord's full
measure.

The Conqueror hadn't penetrated her like this in
moons, due to the Queen's pregnancy and difficult childbirth. The
gentle, unselfish gesture touched Gabrielle.

With the Queen's head drooped between her shoulders as
preparation, the Conqueror held her neck with one hand, and soon
after, the thick long shaft slowly slid inside her, then withdrew
just as slowly. The Conqueror reined in her imperious
desire.

The Queen craved to be taken roughly to her very core.
She desired a rattling deliverance. She danced against her Lord,
spurring and stimulating her to increase her pace.

The Conqueror tightened her grip around the Queen's
neck in instinct, and ushered her phallus back into the Queen's
crevice. Firmly, the dark Lord rammed inside, pushing until her
member was buried in the Queen's womanhood.

The Queen wanted to roam her hands over the strong
body that was fucking her from behind, but she couldn't let go of
the headboard. The Conqueror's pounding was too powerful, and
Gabrielle needed something to hold on to, to keep
steady.

Their special bond was renewed and cemented by each of
the Conqueror's owning stabs into the Queen's gushing
slit.

"How I've missed you inside me, my
Lord," the Queen moaned.

Her fists around the headboard whitened as she took
her Lord's forceful jostles, skewering her flesh into submission.
Her sex throbbed mercilessly with abandoned wantonness and sweet,
delicious pain.

"It's been long… Too long since last
I've plowed you like this, hasn't it?" the Conqueror
savored every word like she could taste them.

Their bedchamber was encumbered with the odor of their
bodily fluids and the sounds of two bodies slamming fiercely and
rapidly against one another.

The Conqueror warned her Queen just before the roar
began, and pinched her swollen nub. With her rotating pummeling,
the dark Lord held tight to Gabrielle's hips as thrusting spasms
wracked their bodies and they came in hot spurts.

The Queen could still feel the Conqueror's organ
inside her even though the Conqueror had already pulled out of the
tight canal.

"We both needed it," the Conqueror
responded, and she felt Gabrielle's petite hands searching for
something between their entwined sweaty bodies.

The Conqueror chuckled.

"You like falling asleep with me still inside
you, don't you, my insatiable little minx?" the Conqueror
asked, not in criticism but rather in fondness and gathered the
smaller woman into her arms, until the Queen's back connected with
her chest.

The Queen nodded her head in approval, whilst her
Lord's arm pillowed her head.

The Conqueror led her rigid, still saturated length
and inserted it back inside her tranquil Queen.